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CHAPTER PAGE I IN WHICH WE BEGIN OUR SENTIMENTAL JOURNEY . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 II IN WHICH WE OBSERVE THE ROCKETS RED GLARE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 43 III IN WHICH WE ENCOUNTER "BOMBS BURSTING IN AIR". . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 83 IV WHEREIN WE FIND THAT "OUR FLAG IS STILL THERE" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 122 V IN WHICH WE DISCERN THINGS "BY THE DAWN'S EARLY LIGHT" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 175 VI WHEREIN WE BECOME A TRIO AND JOUR- NEY TO ITALY . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 226 VII WHEREIN WE CONSIDER THE WOMAN PROPOSITION. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 267 VIII IN WHICH WE DISCOVER "A NEW HEAVEN AND A NEW EARTH". . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 295 IX IN WHICH WE RETURN TO THE "LAND OF THE FREE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 333 Frontispiece And at that it seems a lot of money to pay for a rig which can be worn at most only two months . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .3 "You'll have to put out that cigar, sir" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .15 She often paced the rounds of the deck between us . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .21 "Col-o-nel, will you please carry my books?". . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .29 So we waved back at them so long as they were in sight . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .41 "Donnez moi some soap here and be mighty blame toot sweet about it!" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .53 Eight inches short in one waistband is a catastrophe. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . 67 One of our party climbed to the roof of the dugout. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 87 "Come on! Let's go to the abri!" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 109 So we went back--me holding those khaki trous- ers up by sheer force of will and both hands! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .119 He had some trouble lighting his cigarette and was irritated for a second at his inconvenience . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . . . . . .127 "Oh, yes," answered the Eager Soul to our en- quiring eyes. "Mrs. Chessman--this is practically her hospital" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .131 He was a rare bird; this American going on in a big drunk on water . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 149 Henry puffed on his dreadnaught pipe and left the Lady from Oklahoma City to me . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 155 And he sat cross-legged. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 161 As we sat in the car he came down the street beating a snare drum . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 177 They were standing on the running board all this time with the train going forty miles an hour. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 187 "What part of the States do you Canadians come from?". . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 203 He told us what happened impersonally as one who is listening to another man's story in his own mouth . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 219 A fat man can't wear the modern American army uniform without looking like a sack of meal. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 229 He wore a scarlet coat of unimaginable vividness, a cutaway coat of glaring scarlet broadcloth . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 239 We thought he might be testing us out as potential spies . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 261 And we felt like prize boobs suddenly kidnapped from a tacky party and dropped into a grand ball . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 301 "Well now, sir, you wouldn't be wearing those brown shoes to Lord Bryce's tea, would you Mr. White?" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ..309 |